I did not want to go to the King’s Head that night in case we ran into Sharon. The pub was buzzing, I jostled my way to the bar and bought a pint of...bitter for myself and an orange juice for Debbie then we found a table in a corner and sat down. Debbie was a cheerful, bubbly girl, she had a fantastic personality and was always fun to be with, although she could be a bit of an exhibitionist and her sense of humour tended towards the really vulgar at times. Tonight she was right on form and I. I put my arms around her and cupped a breast with one hand and her pussy with the other."Sammy, I said no."But she didn't attempt to move my hands away and I could tell her nipple was responding to my touch. Her slit was moist. She turned her head and I could see a faint smile cross her lips."Don't get my hair wet," she warned as I bent her forward.I watched the warm water cascade across her back and down her neck. I heard her call my name, changing from alarm to approval when I penetrated her.. Then the light came on! Maree burst into tears with the slamming of the door, I gathered her into my arms and held her tightly while she sobbed her anguish. When she had finally stopped crying I released her and went to the bathroom to get a wash cloth to clean her tear covered face. After we had cleaned ourselves, we went back to the kitchen where I put the kettle on. Making us coffee seemed to calm her. Taking her seat, she asked me, ‘Would you like to know what all of that was about?’ . I know that I can give the fuck of your life, but if you want to back out now, it's ok. I'll walk out of the elevator when it stops and you can just stay on and ride it wherever. Nobody will be the wiser." The elevator stopped and I followed her to her room. My dick was on fire with anticipation.Inside, she poured us each another drink and we sat on the edge of her bed. "I have something a little different in mind for you, I hope you're willing to experiment a little bit." I replied that I was.